[Verse 3: Dubz]
Rap titan, black Tyson
Strategizing with niggas I'm categorized in
A bag of pies in the kitchen, go grab a slice, thenGot consignment from bruddas who seek asylum
I'm the fireman, fuck, I need a sirenPut an instrument to your neck, just like a violin
Them niggas lying, them flows, they didn't sign them
That dope ain't got them dialling, their sofas ain't reclining
I'm like [?] in the 90s
Make your baby mother go shop in her nightie
No soft shit, just pain here
Man mosh pits like rock gigs
Damn, watch Giggs, this ain't fair
Man drop kids like daycare
Man shot shit, man shape here
Man got digis, wait hereGot Rizlas, wait here
Got deliverers, wait here
Move over when I change gear
I'm like Rudolph nigga, I'll rain, dear
Just two of my niggas in the rer-ter
Beat gargoyle, sweets hard-boiled
These neeks can't toil
Why? My Gs are loyal
Not a baller but a brudda makes calm coil
Got plants in soil, plus I dance in oil
And the buj is running clean off of France's foil
Mr Officer, no comment is the answer for you
And the buj is running clean off of France's foil
Mr Officer, no comment is the answer for you